Paroles de Drip

On the worst days, it's growing, growing so slowly What to embody? A plea for the remedy Forced into a place that never felt like home And if it takes me here then where is there left to go? To strike before it's all too late Put to rest, all souls are safe Existing in the maze Memory is imperfect Take my hand, let's slip beneath the surface On the worst days, I slip, as deceitful as hope is Walking on a knife-edge, I traced the line and I leapt It's been strange and stranger still Freed from the fears that paralyze Always distaste, always regret, the least of it A revelation into reality unspoken Between the signs and the sounds, taking shape encompassing All things begin and end here What it means to be In the aftermath of tragedy What it means to be Finally uncaged and I lost my way Understanding the relevance of the eclipse When I can't forgive Nothing is ever enough